Chapter 22
[A/N: If you didn't get a PM, please add the id Anky_PM, cause I must have deleted you. I do not have any idea who comments and who doesn't... So I could only keep the ones I know by name. Well, anyhow, on with the story. I realized I never ever gave a disclaimer, which is quite essential... So, here goes]
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She felt the smooth strands and the rich dark black color of his hair, and couldn't help but smile. She knew she wasn't supposed to be in his room right now, but somehow, she couldn't take all the crying and heart-break.
This mere mortal loved his mother so much; it almost broke her non-existent heart.
She wondered whether he knew the truth and dynamics of his mother's mind. His mother was complicated, extremely beautiful, and very very generous. But not many knew that fact. TO most, she was just a frail okami-sama who pretended to be strong.
Okami-sama... She smiled, remembering her trip to Okinawa a few moments ago.
And moreover, she needed to know whether he was okay after witnessing the scene out there.
How could she tell him? That she was just doing a task she was bestowed upon.
How could she tell him? That she felt just as sad that a life ended.
How could she tell him? That there was nothing she could do.
What was written was written.
What was bound to happen would definitely happen.
And she for one knew better than to fight fate.
And wasn't she always on fate's side. After all, that's who she worked for. FATE.